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Date Posted: 23:30:09 05/08/02 Wed
Author: Diablo
Author Host/IP: ak-d185.connections.net.nz / 202.154.128.185
Subject: .:. my own worst enemy .:.
In reply to: Parker 's message, " ｷ聞 blurry ｷ聞" on 19:37:26 05/08/02 Wed



[ahhhhhh it's marky!!!!!! -bows down and kisses mark's shoes- I LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!!! heh...-blushes and trundles off-]

...it's no surprise to me i am my own worst enemy...'cause every now and then i kick the livin' shit outta me...

.:. residing amongst the opaque oblivion, booted pedate makes obvious effort to incline upward, allowing the sole of sable footwear to settle amongst vulgar brickwork. An expression of sorrow and depression perishes the acute features of harlot...merely observing amongst the hellion abyss...for she was never one to approach...in the fear of being beaten down once again...not neccessarily physically...but more the mental part was where her terror lay. 'neath the straying crop of unruly raven tresses straying about the distressed mug, damsel was unmistakably appealing, yet the unhealthy form of obvious anorexia screamed loud and clear. Fragile stature of the night watcher was clad literally in old rags...the mutilated tanktop taming the unsupported bust contrasted with the surprisingly flawless pelt, lengthy limbs garnished by brutalised jeans of vintage denim...yet obviously abandoned in her habitat...none other than the backstreets...the hell hole of this realm... .:.

...the sun goes down...i feel the light betray me...

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